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I immediately handed the rifle to the guard and made three or four steps back. The bolt cracked. He aimed. A black eye of the muzzle nearly touched me. Through the slit I saw a human eye. And the death was in it. Stillness. I suppose nobody thinks in such situation. But a kind of thought flashed: Don't waver! Preserve the dignity! But here the muzzle hoisted and the butt bumped on the ground. |
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